Amidst the raw emotions and urgency surrounding Zuma's tragic fate, the narrative shifts abruptly from the bustling streets of Pokhara to a seemingly ordinary outing turned nightmare. The tranquility of a leisurely ride into town swiftly transforms into a harrowing ordeal as a careless encounter with a blue truck shatters the peaceful tableau, propelling both horse and rider into a nightmare of pain and uncertainty. In the aftermath of the collision, with Zuma's broken leg hanging precariously and the specter of impending loss looming large, a desperate scramble ensues to secure aid and solace for the wounded animal. As the echoes of distress reverberate through the air, a somber realization sets in, underscoring the fragile balance between serenity and chaos in the unpredictable tapestry of life. The veterinarian arrived: a beacon of hope amidst the gathering storm During what seemed like an hour or so, Razu had returned, and I had removed Zuma’s saddle and untied the rope we ...
In November 2015, I volunteered in Nepal for a couple of weeks. During that time, I fell in love with the country and extended my stay by an extra week to connect with the people and explore more of Pokhara and Nepal. One evening, the topic of paragliding, a popular activity in Pokhara, came up in conversation. The Hidden Paradise Hotel and Guest House is a favorite spot for thrill-seekers. While I, being more grounded, couldn't quite muster excitement for the risky activity, I was nudged and questioned why I wouldn't want to try it. I explained, "It's just not my thing. I ride horses and have done so for over 30 years, and I find joy in the connection and thrill that horseback riding brings. That's my thing." The hotel's owner, Laxman, asked me, "Do you want to go horseback riding then?" Excitedly, I replied, "Yes!" A few days later, Laxman arranged for another guest, Missy, and me to ride horses owned by his friend at the Pokhara Pony...